I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference
between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat;
"Do they collide?" I ask, and you smile, and
Saturn can wait; and the stereo, it dances between us.
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"...Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do; than by the things you did."
...And that, coming from Mark Twain; thank you, Master Twain, brilliant answer- [did you hear that, class?] - you can take a seat now.

Twenty years from now, I probably won't remember today. ...Butttt right now, I'm feeling kinduv really dissatisfied with myself.
I took a K2 with Joseph/Heng Yang t'day; and oh gosh, I never knew it was so hard to balance properly.
...I mean, how difficult can it be to stay upright, right?

...Wrong. My balance was well and truly cringe-worthy [maybe I have a balance deficit gene!]; and although I made sure I was pulling long, hard strokes- that same sense of accomplishment just wasn't there.

Especially since we capsized oh, like, twice.
And as if that wasn't sad enough; I capped in a really lame way, too.

CAPSIZE 1:
Cara: *notices boat ahead of us making a neat turn* ...Hey, how come Emily's boat can turn so...

*SPLOOSH.*

CAPSIZE 2:
Cara: *climbs back into boat, by now absolutely sopping with reservoir water* ...Oh man, I'm sorry for capping! I promise I won't-

*SPLOOSH.*

...Oh gawww, could there possibly be a more unglam way to cap? Please, somebody thwack me over the head with a paddle.

A big thankyou and apology goes out to Joseph and, of course, our rescuers. ...I feel bad now since y'all had to do extra pushups 'cuz of the cap. ...I promise I'll do my fair share, though- just because I'm a junior doesn't mean I only have to do 50. I'll do 150 situps after this post; promise.

Annnyway. Moving on.
V.Day's tomorrow! :] Not, of course, that there's anything really speshul about it. I don't plan to celebrate V.Day that way, kthxverymuch. Tomorrow, though, I shall be the Merci [yes, I bought Merci chocolates!] fairy and go around sharing the love and chocolate kisses.

I've half a mind to ask a random body to be my booby Valentine. ...Not a real Valentine, naturally, after all- we all know Edward Cullen doesn't live in Singapore. ...I reckon it'd be fun to have a pretend Valentine, though. Just for teasing's sake.

I think I'll ask my teddy if he wants to be my Valentine.

...Oh wait. No, my iPod. 'Cuz if I ask Teddy then my iPod'll be jealous and then he might walk out on me and we all know I'd die without my music.

...Take care, m'loves. Ignore tomorrow if it happens to suck- after all, we all know it's just a cliched, commercialized Hallmark gimmick.
But if tomorrow happens to rock awesomely for you; then yay you and may you be blessed with manymany roses and chocolate cornflakes.

<3